Marrying Sergeant Major
~ 97 ~
My pregnancy was already in the final trimester, and in about thirteen more days I was going to give birth. My enlarged stomach makes it difficult to move and tired, I can't even climb the stairs to get to Lala's room.
Not as agile as before, but I still move even though my movements are so slow. Mas Bima also helped me do a lot of homework in the midst of his busy life. I, who had been taking time off for the next three months, only spent my time at home alone. But my activity is always monitored by mas Bima through cctv connected on his phone. If I was struggling that was not in accordance with the orders of Bima mas, he would have rushed to call to remind me
While talking about Gesya, I think he has really changed and his attitude has been very sweet to me these few months.
In the end, Bimapun and I decided not to suspect him anymore.
"So don't help me pick up the dirty clothes that are in your mother's room with my father"
"Can't you?"
"Can bun" he exclaimed excitedly. It has been about four months ago I and Bima mas changed the call of Lala to be a brother or sister Lala. It was at the request of our own daughter.
Lala has also started to be able to help my work even though the results are a little messy. But at least, he was perceptive when I taught him. Like when washing clothes, Lala understands that white clothes will be washed separately so as not to be smeared by other clothes.
"White wants to soak first in the bucket, right bun?"
"Yes, sister, you will wash your hands"
"Silver help water same detergent yes bun"
"Yes, but be careful, the clothes do not get wet, then the hands are washed clean so as not to smell soap"
"Yes mother" his response while cuddling water using a dipper.
A few minutes later, Lala spoke again.
"Already bun, brother has also washed his hands"
"Okay, you can play again"
"Bun" called after nodding.
"Later to finish washing clothes, brother wants to eat burger close to our house, can you?"
"Can, son. Later we go together on foot yes, let the mother of all sports"
"No ask Jim aja bun, let Jim mas buy, because the brother has been ordered the same father to keep the mother so that the mother does not go"
"Dad forbid if we go far, it's just in front of you"
"Not anything bun?"
"It's okay, brother"
"Thank you, bun, sister continued to play again in the tv room, later if you need help sister, mother shouted, later brother immediately came"
I smiled at assent.
"Sister" called me when he just took three steps away.
"Yes bun?" He turned around and looked at me.
"Thank you for helping me"
"Sama-sama. Said dad brother should be a good sister who likes to help mother"
Since my wiggle room was limited due to my pregnancy, Lala had indeed helped me a lot for anything, she rarely even bothered me or whined for my help.
If I was going to help her, Lala flatly rejected me. Not because of anything but because I don't want to be exhausted, and because he's so unfortunately for me.
Let the father just bun, the mother sits down, right said the doctor, the mother should not be tired a lot.
That's how Lala answered whenever I wanted to help her.
Mas Bima was the same, he said my safety and the adek was the main one.
***
At exactly ten in the afternoon, I took Lala to a greenland restaurant where there was also a variety of burger menus. Restaurants near our house that are only taken approximately ten minutes if walking.
There is no need to cross, because the restaurant is located on the left side of the road just like our house. It is safe to walk on the side of the road.
While traveling the distance, Lala and I threw jokes at each other, sometimes asking and answering with Lala occasionally swinging our hands together.
Until it does not feel know our footsteps have entered the greenland courtyard.
"Aren't you tired?" I'm looking down to bring our netra together.
"Neither bun. Mommy tired?"
"Not really"
"If tired of talking brother yes, we will rest first, if you are tired later on the road again"
"You've reached my brother"
"I mean big brother, right home later, Mother"
"Ready darling"
"Can't you hold it, Bun?"
"Yes, son" I answered, wiping the top of his head.
I pushed the door made of glass and held it for a moment so Lala could enter first
Whether spontaneous or how, my view actually lifted to the top because of seeing ornamental lights weighing up to tens of kilos swaying. Under the lamp was Gesya standing talking through a cell phone.
In the time of the second conspiracy, the lamp collapsed, in the time of the second also reflexes my legs raised run a few steps and pushed Gesya's body until we both fell with a fairly hard sitting position.
The sound of falling lights was heard horribly after the screams of some restaurant visitors.
"Astagfirullah" cried with a stifled voice.
"Mothera" Lala shouted and approached me with her sudden burst of tears. He hugged me worried.
"Bi, you?" Gesya asked, her head shaking in disbelief, her eyes moving in panic and her face turning pias full of regret mixed in fear.
"Are you okay, Gey?" I was worried while rubbing Lala's back which was still scared.
"You saved me, Bi?" tanyanya Turn with a nanar highlight.
"You're okay, right?" I try to get up. But immediately my movement stopped when I felt pain instead of playing at the waist down.
"Your mother! Mother why, mother sick?"
"Little boy" I smiled heavily. Trying to calm down in front of my daughter who was as excited by the roar of tears.
"There is Bi's blood" said Gesya
"Can you please call Bima Gey!"
"B-can Bi, but use your phone yes, because I already do not have the Bima mas number"
"My phone's in Gey's wallet, it's his wallet" I handed him a silver wallet in his hand.
Shakingly the woman received my doping, then opened it and grabbed the phone.
The next second he moved his fingers on the touchscren looking for the Bima mas number and immediately pressed the button he.
While waiting for mas bima to pick up my phone, I heard the voice of others who were also crouching to calm me down. From his clothes he was like a restaurant manager.
"We've called the ambulance around the ma'am, it's not long to come"
"Thank you mbak"
"Yes, mom. I'm holding on"
Again, I smiled forced smiles.
"Hello mas Bima" I turned to look at Gesya who seemed to have been connected.
"Wa'alaikumsalam, it's me mas, Gesya!"
"Please mas don't ask a lot, now also Bima mas to Islamic Hospital, I bring Arimbi there"
"Let me explain there, ma'am"
Along with his disconnected call, the sound of ambulance sirens came.
"You can hold it, Bi. We'll go to the hospital right away"
"Thank you Gey"
Although it hurt a lot, but I tried to hold it back because I didn't want to see Lala worried.
As the ambulance officers approached me with a gurney, I saw Lala's visage that looked so miserable.
"Mother is okay, son"
"But mother is bleeding"
"Doain mother does not happen something like mother, okay" my body has moved to the gurney and lifted to be put in the ambulance.
Lala and Gesya also entered this car.
"Hold on Bi, you'll be fine" Gesya said. One hand held my hand that was already flooded with sweat from enduring the pain, the other hand grabbed Lala's body who kept crying worried about me. Not only Lala, Gesya was crying just as panicked, the anxiety I could feel through the touch of his hand that shook holding my hand.
Back to look at Lala, seeing my daughter like this, I felt guilty for her, but she reminded me that Jim was the one who left, but I didn't listen to him.
Astaghfirullah, sorry mother yes son, sorry mother. You should have heard Lala's advice, sorry mother son, sorry!
My apologies and Istighfar kept saying in my heart until this car arrived at the hospital.
I don't know how fast Bima was riding his motorcycle, knowing he had welcomed me at the hospital entrance. He is often used to riding a motorcycle lately, he said so he can lobby other vehicles, especially when stuck. And the decision to bring the motor can be profitable when you are nervous like this.
"Arimbi" Call her with disordered breath when I'm pushed into the IGD room.
"Sick mas"
"Hold yes, we are already in the hospital" Mas Bima who also ran sweat on his forehead arising a grain of corn. My lyrics with Lala's hand running behind Bima mas.
Mas Bima himself continues to give me strength through his sentences until his voice sounds more distant and suddenly everything is dark.
Seriate.
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